Thursday, October 30, 2014

On July 29, the Giants lost to the Pirates 3-1. It was their sixth straight loss. Dan Uggla went 0 for 3 and struck out twice. Dan Uggla, ladies and gentlemen.

Everybody said "THESE GUYS ARE GOING TO WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!!! GET ME SOME OF THAT GIANTS BRANDED CHAMPAGNE AND LET'S POP IT NOW!!!!"

No, nobody said that. Everybody said this team sucks.

Today, Dan Uggla is sitting in a man cave somewhere looking down at his hand and picturing a World Series ring on it.

It is hard to describe how improbable this whole thing is. On October 1, me and a friend agreed that it would just be better to lose the wild card play-in against the Pirates than have to endure the grim reality of getting ground up in the playoffs. The Giants winning the World Series this year is like Matt Damon just hanging around Boston and sticking with his construction job at the end of Good Will Hunting.

So after getting genocided 10-0 on Tuesday night, things did not look good. The Giants were sending out Tim Hudson, a retiree from Georgia who broke into the big leagues before players used mitts and has a postseason record of 0-132. Tim Hudson managed to carry the ball to the plate for about an inning and a half. Thanks, Tim. You can hit the early bird now.

The Giants cobbled together a couple of runs in the top of the 2nd and then in the bottom of the 2nd Billy Butler, who I'm sure is a nice man with a good family, singled and then Alex Gordon doubled and then Omar Infante sac flied and Gordon scored and it was 2-2. Jeremy Affledt came in and calmed shit down. Now the Giants just needed a run. HAVE NO FEAR, BRUCE BOCHY IS KISSING SOME BATS.

The side-eye is tremendous.

They got it in the 4th, a Morse single that scored Red Sox third baseman Pablo Sandoval. 3-2. NOW WHO SHOULD PROTECT THAT LEAD.

Everybody knew what was about to happen. Madison Bumgarner was coming in. Based on what I understand, Madison Bumgarner grew up in a log cabin HE BUILT WITH HIS OWN HANDS AS AN INFANT and invented cows. He is as strong as rhinoceros on androstenedione and as calm and placid as a 37th-level yogi. Despite having already pitched in 2 other games, he came into this one on 2 days rest and threw 5 innings. Poor Royals.

Afterwards, Chevy Man passed from mortal to legend. And the Giants have won another World Series. Prior to the start, The Wife said that whoever scored first would win. She is an oracle, I'm telling you.

Prepare to be hated, fellow Giants fans, for we are now basically Yankees fans. Oh well.

They've already got the banners up. That was fast.

CORRECTION: In an earlier version of this story, we reported that Kansas City Designated Hitter Billy Butler "looks like chromosome damage and Fetal Alcohol Syndrome got together and had a party." After further consideration, this was unnecessarily mean and not in the spirit of being a good winner. 40 Going On 28 regrets the error.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

I mean, Mark Ibanez, you know "Anchorman" was just a movie, right? Or are you heading back to 1979 in your time machine after this wraps? RIGHT ON, MY BROTHER.

Ugh, that was an ugly little scene last night. First inning, nothing really happens. Top of second, nothing really happens. Bottom of second, ARMAGEDDON CAGE MATCH WITH FIRE EXPLOSIONS.

- Alex Gordon singles
- Salvador Perez singles
- Mike Moustakas doubles, Gordon scores
- Omar Infante strikes out. WHEW, EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE OK. IT'S ONLY 1-0.
- Alcides Escobar singles
- Nori Aoki singles. Perez scores. Everything is not going to be ok. Peavy out, Pettit in.
- Lorenzo Cain singles. Moustakas and Escobar score. Everything is terrible. Men fall to their knees. Women weep and rend their garments. A baby is heard crying in the distance.
- Eric Hosmer doubles. Aoki and Cain score. And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea: and the third part of the sea became blood.
- Billy Butler, who looks like Larry the Cable Guy after reconstructive facial surgery, doubles. Hosmer scores.
- Gordon grounds out. Perez flies out.
- The fifth angel sounds; locusts upon the Earth advance to second on wild pitch; great dragon scores.

Nothing much else happened. The Royals scored some more and the Giants didn't. In the interest of comic relief, human tire fire Hunter Strickland appeared in some inning - 6th? 7th? who the fuck knows? - and promptly gave up a home run that sportswriters are contractually obligated to describe as "towering." At this point, we can only describe Bruce Bochy's fascination with Hunter Strickland as disturbing. Meanwhile Tim Lincecum sits on the bench.

You want a hot take? I don't know if you can handle a take this hot. Get suited up.

Tim Hudson is nice and a good story and all but Tim Lincecum has a proven track record of winning World Series games. If he struggles, boom, bring in Hudson or Pettit again or Julian fucking Tavarez for all I care, just START TIMMY.

Somebody get me a Change.org petition going. THOSE ALWAYS WORK.

So that's it. Tonight is the whole thing. We have a pediatrician appointment at 4 and if that doctor does anything more than twirl her around and say "Yep, looks good," we are taking that toddler and marching right the fuck out. PARENTING!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

INTRODUCTORY SIDENOTES: (1) Sorry this is late. I was busy yesterday so the WSELE was OTBE (overtaken by events, as they say). (2) I am no longer aware of what the difference is between the World Series regular posts and World Series EXPRESS LANE EDITIONS are so I guess they're all WSELEs now. I think I thought the regular posts were longer? And then they all turned out to be the same length? Either way, this is a boring little peek behind the scenes that nobody asked for or wanted.

We began Sunday night with the series tied 2-2. Both teams would have liked to win this game. However, only one team had Madison Bumgarner. He does not blink, ever.

Seriously, the camera would hold on him in the dugout like this and there would be no movement or blinking for the entire time. BLINKING IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS. Blinking is for losers. Madison Bumgarner is not a loser. He is the Lizard Pitcher and we have him and you do not. Royals lose 5-0, and it never seemed that close.

Also, you would think I would get sick of being Wrong on the Internet but my thirst for wrongness is exceeded only by my thirst for Anchor California Lager and VICTORY or something like that. Anyway, the surest way for a player to have a great game is for me to slag him off. First I denigrated Gregor Blanco, and he hit a leadoff home run. Then I questioned the baseballness of Juan Perez, and Sunday night he hit a double that scored two runs.

So this is for you, Jake Peavy, starting pitcher tonight: You are terrible at baseball. What are you even doing. You should be running parts for a garage in Tempe, not playing organized baseball of any kind. You scare me worse than a New York City cop with Ebola.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

This is coming from a man who texted someone last night in the fourth inning "This series is over." So grain of salt anything you hear from me.

Last night the Giants were down 4-1 and looked like shit. Vogelsong pitched a great first inning and then Jesus had other shit to do because he fell off a cliff and got yanked. Yuck. So it looks pretty bad. The Giants are down by 3 runs and they are not especially good at coming back from 3 runs down or 2 runs down or any runs down.

So they just went out and scored 10 more. WHAT. THE. FUCKING. FUCK.

One sidenote - I was shit talking Juan Perez yesterday and he went out last night and GOT A HIT so apparently all I have to do is hate on someone and then they're great. Oh, same thing with Hunter Strickland! I bad mouthed HS after his meltdown the other night and then he just came back last and pitched a 1-2-3 lights out ninth. Granted, there's a lot less pressure with a SEVEN RUN LEAD but still! Nice to have you back, Hunter. And your 100% predictable Instagram feed (courtesy of Encyclopedia Benner who tracked that down).

That was fun! I had forgotten about the Giants scoring runs. It's a thing they do sometimes when they're not KILLING ME. It's tied 2-2. Bumgarner tonight. You know what that means. Inning-long interviews with people while the game is going on. I hate Fox.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Sorry I don't have time to do a full-length in depth update or whatever it is I usually do. I've got an 18-month-old running around yelling "Trapes!" and "Patchik" (because she can't say "g" or "c" so "grapes" comes out like "trapes" and Patrick is the name of the T. Rex skeleton at the Academy of Sciences which she is in love with and wants to go see every day) and so I'm kinda in the weeds here. This will be the ultra fast drive by edition. Luckily nothing memorable happened, from a Giants point of view.

(That would be a great SF trivia question - what is the name of the T.Rex at the Academy of Sciences? - because I don't think the name is on the sign anywhere.)

Tim Hudson is 55 years old. First pitch, KC leadoff hitter Alcides Escobar launches a double that looked like it was going out. Oh no. The only end up scoring 1 in that inning.

An old man looks for a comfortable place to sit. Photo stolen from SFGate but fuck it, I paid for a Chronicle subscription in the '90s and only got like 2 papers so they owe me.

Fuck, not like it's Hudson's fault. His job is to keep the opponent from scoring a bunch of runs and he did that. His job is not to score runs, and he didn't do that.

The Giants cannot hit baseballs. If the Giants were your phone it would have no bars. They had 4 hits in the whole game, which as a team is only 4 more than I had personally, and I'm not playing in the World Series.

Michael Morse got a hit. He's about the only one that gets any hits anymore. The Giants did get 2 runs in the sixth but it never seemed like they were in it.

This is the scariest thing I've read all day: "Bochy plans to start Juan Perez in left field in Game 4 against left-hander Jason Vargas, but did not eliminate the possibility of going with Morse even with his lack of defensive playing time since he got hurt." This is the scariest shit since The Ring. If you think "we need help on offense," you do not think "JUAN PEREZ IS THAT HELP." Juan Perez is batting .125 in the postseason. Tim Hudson is batting .250, and he's not supposed to be able to hit.

Meanwhile, we're all just Waiting for Bumgarner. If they lose tonight it may already be too late for the Angel of Hickory NC to save them. It's very hard to win 3 games out of 4. It's much harder to win 3 games in a row, all of them elimination games.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

When Gregor Blanco hit his leadoff home run to begin this little shitshow, I was on the bus, listening to the MLB app, which cuts in and out, at least on the 5L, but was on when Blanco hit the opening HR. Me and one other guy wearing headphones both fist pumped and said "YES" at the same time. It was a great beer commercial moment. We should probably be friends now, Guy On The Bus Who Also Fist Pumped.

That was pretty much the last good thing that happened. Also, I got some feedback from the public after that about how I had questioned Blanco's leadoff skills, but leadoff guys are supposed to get on base, not hit home runs, so I stand by it.

The game goes on. It's 2-2 when Peavy leaves. Machi comes in and promptly gives up a run-scoring single to Billy Butler, who looks exactly like what you'd expect someone named Billy Butler to look like. Then Javi Lopez gets an out.

Then shit went seriously south.

Hunter Strickland is a conundrum, a pitcher who can throw 100 miles per hour, which is good, but who also has a demonstrated propensity for giving up home runs in the postseason, which is very, very bad. He gives up a 2-run double, then the expected home run. Let's see what happens next.

As you can see, some believe that Strickland said "Get in the dugout boy," which would be a very bad thing to say. But my team of forensic lip readers have determined that what he ACTUALLY said was "THAT'S NOT SK8ER BOI," a reference to April Lavigne's 2002 hit, because Strickland heard Omar Infante's traditional home run chant, which is to sing "Sk8er Boi" as he rounds the bases, and recognized immediately that instead of "He was a skater boy, she said see ya later, boy," Infante was singing "He was a skater boy, she said he's a hater, boy," which is completely wrong.

Despite this lyrical brouhaha, one fact remains: if we see Hunter Strickland anywhere near the field of play for even 3 seconds at any point during the rest of this World Series UNLESS the Giants are up by 15+ runs, Bruce Bochy should be institutionalized and/or fired. Hunter Strickland should be a hazy memory from here on out. By the end of this thing, we should be scrunching up our faces and saying "Strick...Strickman? Strickfan? I don't remember." The FBI should be looking for him before this is done.

That's all. The Giant don't have the capacity to come back from 5 runs down so it was over. It was never going to be a sweep.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I'm not gonna say that I have amazing predictive powers, but do I have amazing predictive powers or what?

(CAVEAT 1: Only if you consider 7-1 a "blowout." 7-1 could be a blowout!)

(CAVEAT 2: Please ignore the Readers Digest Large Print Edition font size but I'm so old I wear contacts AND use reading glasses sometimes and setting my iPhone font size to "Elderly Man" is the only way I can read/write texts without putting on glasses. I'm at an age where every male in my peer group has to lift up their glasses to look at something you're showing them on your phone. Don't laugh, you're going to get old and die someday too.)

OKAY THEN. Here's the Giants plan: (1) Lay low for a whole season and don't make anyone think they're a contender; (2) Sneak into the playoffs via a one-game play-in system that didn't exist a few years ago; (3) Rough up the other side's ace in the first inning of Game 1, just like the last Series they went to.

First inning: Fucking GREGOR BLANCO gets a leadoff hit. That should be the sign that something is very wrong. I'm sure Gregor Blanco is a very nice man but he is not a major league leadoff hitter except oh maybe he is. There's some silliness with Buster Posey getting thrown out at home AGAIN and then boom, Hunter Pence home run. 3-0.

I bet it's always really loud in your head, Hunter. Anyway, thanks to some early runs and then the coolly efficient killing machine known as Madison Bumgarner, a human lawnmower who is expressionless as he destroys and thinks mercy is for suckers, this game was boring. Admit it, you were bored.

It gave us time to reflect on other things. LIKE IS KEN ROSENTHAL REALLY THAT TINY??!!?

Not Photoshopped, I swear to fucking God

WHAT THE FUCK. That's a railing behind him and then that oddly malevolent guy has to be, what, at least 6, 7 feet back. Let's do some math.

I don't want to bore you with the calculations, but my scientists inform me that Ken Rosenthal is about three and a half feet tall. He is a tiny Reporter Pixie, plucked from the Magic Forest to annoy the fuck out of us on Fox.

That's about it. Nothing much happened. One Royals guy hit a home run, and Billy Butler, whose head is as spherical and featureless as an orange, came close to one but missed and he looked so sad and little leaguer that The Wife actually felt bad for him.

Let's don't kid ourselves. It's not over. The Royals are an actual baseball team with real players and Madison Bumgarner can't pitch every night. Actually, he probably could but that wouldn't be fair. Anyway, more games coming. It's going to be really loud in our heads.

Monday, October 20, 2014

90 Day Fiance is a reality show about people who get engaged to foreigners and then the foreigners come here on a special visa and they have 90 days to either get married or GTFO. Sounds mildly interesting, but the producers are GENIUSES at casting and finding the right couples to follow. Beth Spotswood did an excellent job breaking down season 1 here. Now season 2 is upon us and it looks just as good or maybe even better like that's even possible.

Just like a drug addict who sees a Ziploc baggie, I get triggered around some reality shows and start to feel that feeling like I want to recap them. As you know, I quit doing the Bachelor/ette but I'm thinking about starting up again for this shit. It is a target-rich environment, let me tell you.

We've got Justin, who lives in Silicon Valley and looks like a techbro but is actually an elementary school teacher and obviously has something wrong with him because he had to find a potential wife in Colombia while he was there for some sports thing and then he brings her to America and we find out it's mostly so she can clean his apartment. So now Justin has green card AND I.R.S. problems probably.

The first season was all dudes importing foreign chicks, so it was refreshing to see Chelsea, an American girl who went to Nicaragua and hooked up with NICARAGUA'S MOST FAMOUS POP STAR, a tiny person called "Yamir" with occasionally frosted tips and a carefully considered slouch. I hate to be a cynical bastard but Yamir is using her to get to this country and become American pop star, I promise you.

And then there's Brett, a pasty mid-30's who somehow knocked up a woman and has a daughter and lives with an older lesbian couple and whose best friend looks like Paula Deen. Brett is all kinds of weird. He went online shopping for a mate and found Daya in the Phillippines or Philippinnes or however you spell it and this is going to be supes awkward.

I haven't decided yet if I'm going to go full retard and recap every episode, Bachelor-style; it mostly depends on how much I've had to drink by Sunday night at 8, but we'll see.

(There was also a Where Are They Now show about last season and while it was a hoot to see that Mormon missionary/general schlub Alan and Brazilian knockout Kirlyam are still together and appear to be blissfully happy, their segment mostly consisted of a trip to Alan's family reunion which looked more painful than kidney stones because (1) it appeared to by dry, since they're Mormon, duh, and the only thing worse than a family reunion is a DRY family reunion, and (2) no I'm wrong, it gets worse, because it was a THEMED family reunion and the theme was REDNECK. A redneck themed family reunion in Utah. With Confederate flag sightings. If that didn't send Kirlyam screaming to the TAM ticket counter, she can survive anything America can throw at her. BONUS FACT: once she gets her green card, she can start modeling. Oh no Alan.)

Friday, October 17, 2014

You may not know this, but there is at the present time an 86-unit apartment complex at 5th and Kirkham with the wonderfully unimaginative name "Kirkham Heights." Yelpers give KH mixed reviews; Chris B. of Long Beach says it's "very quiet" and is great for a cat, if you're into that sort of thing, but doesn't have enough electrical outlets, so if you have a lot of appliances like Chris probably does maybe you might need some power strips. Bonnie G. from L.A., on the other hand, thinks the Heights is a "NIGHTMARE" because they told her her place would be 783 sq ft and she measured it and it's 630. That's a 150 square foot lie! Bonnie couldn't even fit her furniture! I picture Bonnie angrily U-Hauling her enormous futon back to Reseda or whatever, never to return.

A longtime Inner Sunset property owner is proposing to build the largest residential development the Inner Sunset has ever seen, a 460-unit project nestled into the hillside on 6.3 acres below Mount Sutro.

San Mateo builder Westlake Urban has filed an application to tear down the Kirkham Heights apartment complex, an 86-unit row of structures built in 1950 at Fifth Avenue and Kirkham Street that has been popular with UCSF staff and students from the nearby Parnassus campus. A mix of condos and rental units would replace them.

Gaye Quinn, Westlake Urban’s managing partner, said the new project would include 86 rent-controlled apartments to match what is currently on the site. Another 12 percent of the apartments would be below market rate. Westlake Urban has owned the property for 40 years.

What is it we're always saying? San Francisco needs more housing? And not just $5 mil luxury condos, but housing for regular people? HERE YOU GO! It's a net gain of 374 units. Not bad looking either!

Not pictured: Annoying neighbors w/ their indoor cats.

The SF Business Times is throwing their hat in the ring for Understatement of the Century: "The Westlake proposal is likely to get strong reactions from the neighborhood." YA THINK? People are gonna lose their damn minds, more like. WHAT ABOUT THE TRAFFIC! THEY'RE GONNA CLEAN OUT THE GOLDEN BEAR MARKET AT 6TH AND JUDAH! ALL THOSE CATS ARE GOING TO MAKE A TERRIBLE RACKET!

True. But I don't think anyone would disagree that we need more housing and this is more housing. Plus it's not one of those stupid all-concrete and glass dbag cages that are going up all over goddam SOMA. This looks like housing for normal people who use "disrupt" to mean when someone calls during dinner. Let's do it.

PROGRAMMING NOTE: Sorry, "sportsball" people, but my team is back in the World Series so this blog will be transitioning to pretty much an all-baseball format for the next couple of weeks or so. In case anyone forgot, I tend to do a post for everysingleWorldSeriesgame the G's are in and I probably will again.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

I was just thinking the other day that I haven't read anything stupid and nonsensical from Debra J. Saunders in a while. Luckily she's here to fix that. Today Debra J. Saunders is tackling assisted suicide, which is a complicated, nuanced topic that Debra J. Saunders cannot understand or discuss intelligently.

SPOILER ALERT: Debra J. Saunders is against assisted suicide.

Here's my favorite disclaimer in a while, at the VERY END of the column, so you have to read her childish attempts to rail against it before you find out:

Haha. I hope he has some better arguments than you do, because yours are terrible. Debra is here to discuss the case of Brittany Maynard, who has terminal cancer with less than six months to live and is moving to Oregon, where assisted suicide is legal, because she wants to be in control of the end of her life. Personally, I have no problem with that, but we're not here to discuss why I'm right, but rather why Debra J. Saunders is so very wrong. Here's the key section:

I love the spirit, but there is a huge flaw in Maynard’s reasoning. She says she wants her story to help change California law so that no one else has to “move to another state to not die horribly.” Close to 40,000 Americans kill themselves every year; they make the same choice Maynard is making, although most won’t have the media attention that is being lavished on the vibrant and telegenic UC Berkeley graduate. Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in this country.

Perhaps Maynard sees this choice as a way of beating back at death, to not allow the beast to own every turn of an end approaching far too soon. I respect that. But she is wrong to call it, as advocates do, “death with dignity.” The very phrase suggests that people who do not choose suicide lack dignity.

I've read this over and over and I can't see what she thinks is the "huge flaw in Maynard's reasoning." Is it that "advocates" call it "death with dignity" and that somehow impugns non-suicide death? Because that argument is so breathtakingly stupid I'm amazed that Debra J. Saunders could turn on or operate a computer to compose those sentences. In no way does calling suicide "death with dignity" imply anything other kinds of death, any more than calling Debra J. Saunders an idiot imply that she has occupied the idiot field and there are no other idiots. Sadly, this is not true.

Also, nowhere in the article does Saunders attribute the phrase "death with dignity" to Maynard, so it's not even her goddam argument. Debra J. Saunders is assisted suiciding a strawman.

She - or husband Wesley, I don't know - also comes up with one more anti-assisted suicide argument. Well, she doesn't, but she manages to write down what someone else said.

Marilyn Golden of the Disability Rights Education & Defense Fund in Berkeley is concerned that Maynard’s story obscures the larger picture. “For every individual with a happy family who’s not at risk for abuse, there are many other individuals who may be subtly steered toward assisted suicide by their insurance company or pressured by their family.”

Sure, families subtly steer other family members into all kinds of bad decisions, but we don't ban options that people want because some people may get steered towards them. Just because a kid in a military family feels pressured to join the Army, we're not going to ban the Army.

In the end, just like with gay marriage, it's impossible to construct a logical argument against assisted suicide, because it doesn't fucking affect you at all. Debra J. Saunders is just too dumb to realize this.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Today's TBTTF is a little different because we're not talking about just one bar, but a whole chain of bars that used to dot the city. When I first got here in 1990 there were at least 6 of them and there may have been more before then. I'm assuming that there was a real "Jack" who opened the ur-Jack's at some point and then his empire grew and grew but I don't know for sure.

Here's an ad from a 1994 SF Weekly:

As you can see, six bars are listed there. I did some research and by research I mean Googling for 10 minutes and here's what we've learned:

Jack's Bar - Maybe the flagship? Who knows. It was at 1601 Fillmore and is now the Boom Boom Room. I can remember going there when it was still Jack's. According to "Historic Walks in San Francisco: 18 Trails Through the City's Past," Jack's originally opened in 1933 on Sutter and was the first bar in the area to cater to African-Americans. Pretty cool. When I went there it seemed like it catered mostly to drunk white boys like myself. I remember a lot of taps? Was that their thing? Maybe.

Jack's Cable Car - at 1548 California, now the horribly-named "Soda Popinski's." In the interim it was apparently at some point called "California Dream'n," as referenced in this SF Weekly piece that notes that the Jack's Cable Car sign is still out front.

via SF Weekly, natch

Jack's Red Bear - 1176 Sutter, where R Bar is now. I have no memory of this ever being Jack's Red Bear! Prior to R Bar, the space was An Sibin, a DJ bar back when there were "DJ bars." Again, SF Weekly proves helpful by informing us that before it was An Sibin it was Mulligan's so who knows when the Red Bear bit the dust.

Jack's Elixir - is now, unsurprisingly, Elixir, at the corner of 16th and Guerrero. According to Elixir's own website, it was a Jack's only from 1990 to 1998. I can definitely remember coming here when it was a Jack's.

Jack's Taps - This is the one that blew me away. At 1300 Church (at 25th), it's now a "Purely Physical Fitness," which I guess is the opposite of a bar. Walking by there, there is no indication that it used to be a bar. I had no idea.

Jack's Presidio - Well, I guess this one surprised me too. 3490 California, now a UCSF Primary Care center, which I guess is just as opposite of a bar as a gym. I have no memory of ever hearing anything about Jack's Presidio, but apparently it was a bar as late as 1994. Street view for 3490 California gives no hint:

Based on that picture (which looks like it could be in Anytown, CA, BTW), I would say the building housing Jack's Presidio has long since been demolished.

So that's about it. I have this feeling there has to be a much better history of the Jack's chain of bars somewhere so if you know where that is, please point me to it. It's kind of amazing that this whole chain just disappeared without a trace.

(Postscript: I have no idea if Jack's Cannery Bar is a holdout or is in any way related to the original Jack's chain. I kind of doubt it but I could be wrong.)

UPDATE!!!!! Reader Stephen has reminded us that the current home of Emperor Norton's Boozeland (which is a fine bar in its own right and worth a visit for the $3 Anchor California Lager on tap alone [but that might just be for happy hour]) used to be Jack's Deco and then just Deco. In fact, if you had the magical ability to see to the left and right of the ad pictured at top, you'd see the next door neighbor ad on the left is for the uni-named "Deco," indicating that Jack had already left the building, Thanks, Stephen!

FURTHER UPDATE!!!! Another helpful reader writes in with memories about the mysterious Jack's Presidio:

Re Jack's Presidio location: I have lived in LH since 1986. The picture you have on your web site shows a mixed-use building with apartments, Charles Schwab, a high-end sandwich place, etc. Before that building, however, there was a big diner called the Sugar Plum, which was a much larger version of the Zim's and Miz Browne's Feed Bag diners across the street in Laurel Village. It had a small cocktail lounge built inside it.Yes, at one time there were three diners in the hood, and now there are none. But we do have an eatery with the ridiculously precious name Beautifull!, which sells yuppie catnip at stoopid prices.Anyway, sometime circa the early 1990s, the Jack's Bars began to explode throughout the city, grabbing on to the early microbrew explosion in SF, which began in the mid-1980s. From my memory, the Jack in the Mission was the first one, with all other ones branching off from that...but my memory only goes back to 1984, when I moved here.So, the small cocktail lounge was replaced by a Jack's branch. Absolutely nothing was done to the interior to modify or upgrade it. It was still a hole-in-the-wall, just with a better beer selection. It offered the nice opportunity to do a beer "runner" between that location and the Pig and Whistle, which opened up a Geary/Laurel circa the early 1990s. Jack's Presidio only stayed open a few years, though, maybe 2-3.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

I get a lot of emails asking me to promote things on my blog because (1) people mistakenly think I have some huge reach and am totally influential when I'm really just an elaborate newsletter for drunk cranks; and (2) I forgot what 2 was. Mostly 1. Most of these emails I just ignore, but I'm making an exception because this one actually looks pretty cool.

Local publisher Last Gasp books is having a Kickstarter for their fall publishing season and I am all about supporting the arts, especially when the arts includes "Beyond the Dark Veil," a "compilation of extraordinary and haunting photographs documenting the practice of death and mourning photography in the Victorian Era and early 20th century" or the "Fetish Coloring Book," which looks extremely dirty.

And here's the thing: a lot of Kickstarters have bullshit rewards like "OUR EVERLASTING THANKS!!! :)" or "Your name on the Memory Wall on our website which No One will ever look at!!!!!" but you actually get shit when you donate to Last Gasp. Even as low as $15, you get one of two books. For $25, you can get the dead people book or a t-shirt or even a tote bag like they're KQED or something. This all sounds like a pretty good deal.

For $500 you can get a "Night out in North Beach with Ron" but I'll need more information on "Ron" and what a "Night Out" might include before I'd take a flyer on that one.

Anyway, I have never before pimped someone's Kickstarter but this sounds legit to me. At least go look at the prizes & shit.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Obviously, I was wrong about the Royals when I said they would get beat up by the Angels. Naturally, they swept the Angels in three games so yay, that means either the Royals or the Orioles are going to be in the World Series. You know what we want from a World Series? Just a little fucking VARIETY, that's all. In the last 10 years, the Cardinals have been in it 4 times, the Red Sox 3 times, and the Rangers and Tigers and Yankees and Phillies twice. Shake it up a little.

Oh, and the Giants twice too, but we don't count that.

FRIDAY I went to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass after/towards the end of the Giants game. It was SO FUCKING HOT. We started out in a spot in the shade but we were behind a group of assholes that:

1. Laid out a huge tarp and chairs and then disappeared for long stretches;
2. Included a guy my age with a soul patch and one of those stupid ugly stylized sun tattoos on his upper arm;
3. Who kept offering a bottle of tequila to the others by screaming "HORNITOS" in a fake Spanish accent;
4. Talked continuously and loudly through each and every song.

After about 20 minutes, I had enough of DJ Fakey Spanish Accent and the Party Patrol and so we moved over to the extreme left edge of the stage where there was plenty of room and people were much quieter. That's where we were for Ryan Adams' set.

He was good! He played a lot of stuff from his new album, which isn't that great, and then made a curious decision to play "New York, New York," one of his more upbeat rockers, in a strangely mellow and muted way, but overall did a good job. You always hear stories about how he's a total dick at concerts and berates the audience for not paying attention and demands complete silence but he was charming and witty and engaging on stage this time, complete with semi-funny banter and the whole nine. So good going with that, Ryan.

Do you like podcasts? I like podcasts. And there is a great new podcast from the producers of the ur-podcast, This American Life, called "Serial" and let me tell you, if you are a Dateline/48 Hours junkie like we are, you will be into this. It's a true crime story spun out one hour at a time and so far (2 episodes in) it is fascinating and gripping and everything else -ing.

That reminds me - I keep meaning to talk about how much we're into Dateline & 48 Hours true crime shows. I'm hoping someday they will discuss these on TV on the Radio, the radio show about TV on BFF.FM every Sunday morning at 10. It's a great show and entertaining and funny and you should all be listening to it. In the interest of full disclosure, I'm probably married to one of the hosts.

Speaking of BFF.FM, I'm going to be on Burrito Justice Radio tomorrow from noon to 2. We're going to talk about music and history and baseball and probably other things too. Tune in.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

This season the Oakland A's baseball club spent most of the season wildly outperforming everyone's expectations. Their payroll was comparable to that of an insurance office or a mid-sized In N Out, but they just kept winning games. Until it got towards the end of the season and they got tired and then they just lost and lost. The Oakland A's bumped up against the glass ceiling. They were the true, gritty American story of pulling yourself out of poverty and rising in the company only to stall out because you didn't go to Harvard.

In the end, they had to play one more game, just for the right to play in the postseason. They played against the Kansas City Royals. The Kansas City Royals have been down so long they don't know what up is. They haven't been to the playoffs since Kurt Cobain was 18 years old. The Royals are Wal-Mart employees who can never get benefits because they keep getting scheduled for 37 hours a week. They are hoping for a raise to $8.50.

This game the A's and Royals played was exciting but sad because you desperately wanted both very sad teams to win. At the beginning the A's were ahead a lot and then the Royals came back and then it was tied for a long time and then the Royals won. The A's will never make vice president. They will be Regional Sales Manager forever. Meanwhile, the Royals just won a free trip to Disneyland but no one has told them that the Angels are waiting to mug them at Disneyland and take their Nikon CoolPix and their iPad and they will go back to the Kansas City Wal-Mart with nothing.

The San Francisco Giants come from money and have been given every chance to succeed and succeed they have. They won the yacht race in 2010 and 2012 and everything looked good this year until they tripped over their wife's Gucci crocodile shoulder bag and hurt themselves. Things got dicey the rest of the year and wouldn't you know it, they had to play one game just to get to go on too. Just like the A's!

The Giants would be playing the Pittsburgh Pirates. The Pittsburgh Pirates are the Pittsburgh of baseball teams. They had good years in the past but then everything went to shit for a long time but no maybe there's some kind of renaissance going on? Hipsters are moving downtown? Is there a pedestrian mall? Yes, there's a pedestrian mall. The Pirates were in the playoffs last year while the Giants played golf on the Big Island.

Poor Pittsburgh thought this was going to be part of the Pittsburghaissance but no. Madison Bumgarner is a coolly efficient killing machine and he destroyed their plans. He foreclosed on the pedestrian mall and shut down the radical art space and then burned the historic meeting hall just for the fuck of it. He celebrated like the Romans did after they leveled Carthage and sowed the soil with salt so nothing would ever grow there again.

Baseball is life. Most of the time, you lose. If you're lucky and rich you might win. It also helps not to get hurt.

I was going to close by saying that the Giants, despite their wealth and power, have zero chance against the Washington Nationals, a frightening team loaded with hitting and pitching and other good baseball things, but, just as in life, never underestimate the ability of rich people to get what they want in Washington.

About Me

TK lives and works in San Francisco. He occasionally travels to places east of the Caldecott Tunnel, but not very often. His interests include bars, reality TV, and irony. Things seem to be going fine.